who is the lover of that love?
whose love that i am, who is the author of the poem?
whose poetry i am?
i have become crazy in search of myself
crazy just like this.........fantasy,fantasy.
somewhere a magical spell has been cast anyone
some place or the other, what a magic this is!
why does it look different to me?
these mannerisms of yours that is seen to day to day,
ohhhhhhhh! these killing mannerisms.
what can i do,there seems to be no control on me,
though i try gather myself, i am unable to do,
these waves, this air all make me out of control,
these all gatherings are called fantasy......fantasy!
i will never be sleepless in anyone's thoughts,
the girl in my dream would be exiting in my real life,
i will never settle just any one in my dreams.....
on the paper of this heart, the picture that has been made by the dreams,
there are flower petals on the lips,there are oceans in her eyes,
her hair are pure shackles, her voice is like nightingale,
she intoxicates the heart, she is most beautiful in the world.
the girl who resides in this dream is exits in reality,
i won't fall in love with just about anybody,
in the mirror of the dreams, in the cusp of the eyes,
the girl who resides in my mind......is beyond expressions!
she is colorful, she is aromatic, she is sweet melody,
she is pure magic, what can i say about her!
she is the sculpture of my love, what can i say?
the beauty of her face,the heart searches for all around the world
